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psychopathmahdi - da red carpet (psycho attack) كلمات الأغنية

[1st verse]:
da red carpet was white, before i k!ll ’em and send ’em to my god
i dropped ’em blood every where you act like (oh my god)
’cause ’em all are strumpet, i drum on my trumpet, you’re whippet
finally i choose to fight, it’s my only opinion, i have been decided

fight me?, forgot who i’m?, really man?, oh god
i was victim goat, you ain’t ismaeel, but i’m ibrahim, there’s no another prophet
in this game, i’m insane, pick-up your gun from da pocket and k!ll me at hall of fame
this time better to say, holy-sh-t, wtf, then god-d-mn

they call me ad-am, ’cause i k!ll only at am, for better agleam
everywhere i go, i’m your dam, i’m that depressed guy like beldam
i’m that jesus on this game, but i had no any merriam
i’m that god message, you ignore and cut it like it was for you an spam

y’all motherf-cker will die, you’ll get high with my lyrics
i do mine, i’m a blood sucker, my lyrics like statics and physics
i grow in poetics, when i spit my lyrics, f-ck heroics, publics
i’m one of clerics, sunni ethnic, but in rap it’s like epics

you’re motherf-cka’ rail, when i was the train
it’s too pretty to f-ck you while sky is rainin’
i’m uranium, i’ll blow, 7 colors you see rainbow
i am a doped but you not, and when you be doubt

so i’ll the drug, so you doped, just i who make you high
i smellin’ something not good, it’s fire, i’ll explode
so i tech you the ” yo”, give rhyme, give you flow
while you suckin’ my d-ck, i ej-cul-tin’ psyhooo

[chorus]:
step aback, when you saw me come back (i’m come back)
you’re done backtrack, you’re so wack (so wack)
your way is blocked, i’m here with my lock (i’m fan of fack)
key at my pants, exactly on my d-ck, wtf (i was framed)

[2nd verse]:
i got d-ck like hulk, man on my young day all i had is a chalk
i grew up with aggressive opinions, i got no any stupid f-ckin’ crosstalk
do this, but this not, i crossed da crosswalk, i’ve jaywalk
i’m outta da sidewalk, all i got is bad luck with f-ck

you spit rhyme, i spit a lot rhymes so hot, like it was nude
when i heard you, i just always feel puke
i hurt when i spit, on the bottom i’ll let you, you’re afraid? (boo)
i do the best , i spit six-tape’s (you make s-x tape’s)

for me, hehe, little b-tches can’t even beat me
i spit free rhymes , all you do just make me laughs, i pee
on rhymes you spit, you stole it, like m-i-c, one, two, three
you’re fake mc, i’m real mc, and there’s no another rapper better than me

and i ain’t do any favor write, my words hard ain’t normal
’cause i’m criminal rapper, you’re my clinical eternal
i’m original, you’re marginal, lower your spinal
to get my siminal, in your bizonal, v-g-n-l, and post-n-l

i drown in this rap notes, read it then i m-st-rbate
i took this crown and case, everything rundown on me like
i delated in this case, ’cause i forgot the lowdown to relate
it with collate of dulate, i got a flown like clown came too late

[bridge]:
so what’s my name letter?
m.a.h.d.i
and they call me that why?
cause i’m only guy who’ll take y’all to high, as you say to the world “good-bye”

for one more time i said, what’s my name letter?
m.a.h.d.i
and they call me that why?
’cause i’m only guy who’ll take y’all to high, as you say to the world “good-bye”

[3rd verse]:
f-ck lil uzi, yachty, pump, and f-ck six nine (69)
i’m on jacuzzi, f-ck trump, you got s-x in this line
my d-ck is noisy, for ’em p-ssies, it’s my clean time
they ain’t new school artists, and almost ain’t hip-hop rappers, fine??

i’m slowly dyin’, when i hear this rappers, they just lyin’
my verses are multi-discipline, you got multi-syllable in my line’s
without determine, they all are determined, you are mine
for y’all new school, i got gift, it’s condom for next valentine

’cause i don’t want get in this game, f-ckin’ idiot child
caused i f-cked his mother, and spit a sperm in her c-nt are wide
i gurding of olds, they never listened them, caused they died
i’m guarding ’em, i emptied what they lied

and f-ck nicki minaj, you are too fake such as the montage
you’re too cheap as egyptian film called regata like lineage
body, t-ts, lyrics, whole career on toilet i’ll splash it
you better be a real sl-t in somewhere, get f-ck for cash

[outro]:
a, all evil on earth blessed in me
d, died then you can’t never k!ll me
a, alphabetical rapper, real and dope
m, man takin’ my own responsibility, others nope

- psychopathmahdi

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